Goodbye, 2013

Someday

I will look at the scars

and run my fingers over them

they wouldn't hurt -

dried and just a flesh memory

of a gone-by ache.

Someday

I will meet on the streets

strangers with carts

selling my memories.

I would probably

buy a couple of glass jars

for a laugh

Someday 

on a winter's night

while rubbing my toes

A song will wriggle in

through the crack at the door - 

I will smile without tears

Someday

I will thank you for what has been - 

an year of darkness and fears - 

without a shudder

and whisper into your ears,

"You made me grow"

Today, however, 

with all delight, 

all the happiness I can gather 

between two shivering palms, 

I bid you farewell!

Do not turn back,

Not now, not yet!

Keep walking,

and let peace come instead.